I saw some vultures in the street
They looked at me with crooked smiles
And though their beaks revealed no teeth
A smile's implied by their eyes
Which seemed awful happy to see me
I think about you all the time
You think about me just as much
I care for you just like a child
Cares for its favorite things
Like books, or toys, and such as
I'm not asking for the truth
I don't wanna be cut loose
I'm not asking for the truth
I don't wanna be cut loose
Now back to vultures in the street
They stayed for moments, felt like hours
Flew by, and when they spread their wings
I was mesmerized by how
They could fly
You yourself are easy to love
And I know you know I know
And as I think about the future
And the past, I realized
Just how lucky I am
I'm not asking for the truth
I don't wanna be cut loose
I'm not asking for the truth
I don't wanna be cut loose
I'm not asking for the truth
I don't wanna be cut loose
I'm not asking for the truth
I don't wanna be cut loose
